My Cheating Husband

☆ Chapter 23 ☆

AUTHOR'S POV

He couldn't understand how easily Prisha seemed to forgive and move past the situation. This wasn't about being polite or courteous, it was about trust and loyalty, and Nikhil had betrayed those. "After everything that happened, you seem to give him a chance so easily, why?" he asks, genuinely curious and a hint of bitterness in his tone. Prisha explains, "Nikhil & I's relationship was never built on love. Our marriage was arranged, it was a business deal if you will. We didn't have any deep emotional connection. So, forgiving him is easier because the betrayal wasn't rooted in love or trust".
"I know all this, Prisha. I was there with you during that whole ordeal. But doesn't that betrayal still bother you? He still cheated on you, arranged marriage or not."
Prisha takes a moment before replying, "It did bother me, deeply. But I realized that holding onto that anger and bitterness wouldn't change anything. It would only cause me more hurt and misery. Besides, Nikhil was also caught in Myra's trap. I can't completely blame him."
"But shouldn't he take some responsibility for his actions? For falling for her lies? For betraying the marriage? It's not like he's completely innocent." Karthik counters, his frustration evident
"I'm not saying he's completely innocent, Karthik. He made mistakes, and he has to deal with the consequences." Prisha replied calmly. "But dwelling on those mistakes isn't going to do anyone any good. Forgiveness isn't about forgetting. It's about acknowledging the pain and moving forward." Prisha gently takes Karthik's hand in hers. "I have you, Karthik. Our relationship is based on trust, love and respect. We have something real and beautiful together. And I choose to focus on that, on moving forward and building a future with you, rather than getting stuck in the past and nursing old wounds. Nikhil may have hurt me, but he will never take away the love you and I share."
Her words resonate with him on a deeper level. Despite his lingering resentment, a part of him melts as Prisha speaks. She was always the rational and compassionate one between them.

The argument and tension from earlier dissipated as a warmth blossomed within Karthik, realizing the depth of Prisha's love and commitment. He pulled her into a passionate kiss, wanting to convey his feelings just as intensely. Their hands roamed passionately, seeking closeness and intimacy. Their breathing quickened and their hearts beat in sync, as if the world around them ceased to exist in that moment. All that mattered was their connection, their love for each other.
The kiss became deeper, their lips melding together as Karthik pulled her even closer, their bodies pressing against each other. He tasted the sweetness of her lips, the softness of her curves against his, and the tenderness of her touch on his skin. Gradually, they pulled back, their foreheads touching as they both gasped for air, still entwined in each other's arms. The world slowly came back into focus, but the lingering effects of their passionate moment still tingled through their veins.

Still holding her close, he teases, his voice low and filled with intimacy, "See, now that's how you change the subject." He grins, running his fingers along her jawline. "You're irresistible when you're being jealous, you know that?" She murmurs, a small smile playing on her lips, knowing all too well how to handle his teasing. She gently strokes his chest, feeling the heat from his body. "I'm not jealous," he protests, feigning innocence. He presses a gentle kiss on her knuckles, adding, "Just protective." His gaze meets hers, filled with love, his jealousy masked by a layer of playfulness.

Prisha decides to test him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She turns their playful moment into a teasing remark. "You know, someone actually complimented me today." She nonchalantly says, trying to get a reaction from him. Karthik's grin fades, replaced by a flicker of possessiveness in his eyes. "What? Who?" He asks, his tone slightly sharper than usual, the protective jealousy showing through. "A handsome new client at work," she adds, pretending nonchalance but enjoying the flicker of jealousy in his eyes. She knows it's a lie. She will never look at a man the way she looks at Karthik. She lets a hint of teasing laughter cross her lips. "He even asked me out for coffee sometime."
A flash of jealousy shoots through his veins like lightning. "What did you say?"
Prisha pretends to think for a moment, "I didn't give him an answer yet." She says with a shrug, playing with him and enjoying seeing the emotions flicker in his eyes. "I was thinking about accepting." She adds innocently, as if genuinely considering the offer.
As she teases and teases, Karthik has enough and decides to take control, spanking her gently but firmly, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

With a playful growl, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder, causing her to let out a gasp of surprise that quickly turned into laughter. He held her legs firmly as she hung on his shoulder. It was a game they played sometimes, the teasing and the possessiveness, a dance of desire and vulnerability. He gently tapped her bottom as he carried her, loving how easily she surrendered to his touch. "You're mine," he murmurs, his voice filled with possessiveness. He carried her to their bedroom, feeling a mix of emotions - possessiveness, love, and desire. The teasing had gotten them both in the mood and he was determined to remind her who she belonged to. As they reached the bedroom, he gently placed her on the edge of the bed. "Are you going to go out with that guy?" He asks, still holding on to her, his voice low and possessive. She replies teasingly, "Maybe I will go out with him." Her fingers gently trail along the curve of his jawline, her words filled with playfulness and anticipation.

He leans closer, his voice low and husky, "Don't push me, darling." He warned gently before capturing her lips in a possessive kiss. As he passionately kisses her, the jealousy and possessiveness culminate into a rush of need, and he moves with purpose, ripping her clothes off in a haze of heated desire. His touch carries a sense of claiming and a need to possess her body and soul, as if wanting to remind her who she belongs to. The sound of rippling fabric fills the air. A passionate night ensues, filled with intense love, jealousy, and possessiveness. Their bodies move in harmony, expressing their need for each other completely. They cling to each other, their love becoming a testament to their connection, as they lose themselves in an evening filled with passion and vulnerability. In the silence of the night, their unspoken bonds of love and possessiveness are sealed. The jealousy and possessiveness have turned into intense love.

Next morning
As Prisha was feeding Kiaan breakfast, a buzz from the video intercom interrupted the moment. She looked at the screen and her heart immediately sank. The uninvited guest, the one who provoked her emotions of hatred, stood at the gate.

Myra.

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